Title: Frozen Solid
Pairing: Germany/Belarus
Summary: Their child wasn't supposed to leave this world so soon.
A/N: I hate writing sad fics but I had no ideas for the second chapter.
Natalia stared at the minister in front of her, watching his mouth move, but unable to process what he was saying. The sun was hot on her arms, the breeze flapping her skirt, heels sinking into the soft grass, while her husband gripped her hand a little too tightly.
None of it seemed real. It was like her entire body and her brain had been dipped in morphine, and she was completely numb as she watched them lower her son's casket into the ground.
This wasn't suppose to happen. He was suppose to be born happy, healthy, a miracle baby.
Instead, he was dead after he came crying weakly into this world and Ludwig tried and failed to explain what happened after she awoke from the painful birth.
She hadn't cried. She couldn't cry. It was like all of her emotions were locked inside her, frozen solid.
It even took her a second to realize that Ludwig was pulling her by the hand, leading her away from the grave stone and holding her tightly as she finally broke down and clung onto him as if her life depended on it.